Tell Me Doc

Author: agentANBUhatake [agent_hatake] whatever suits your fancy.

Title: Tell Me Doc

Summary: Kagome needed to recover from Inuyasha’s death and Sesshomaru, as a therapist, was assigned her case. The help that she got was something else . . .

A/N: I was tired of seeing stories where Kagome got multiple orgasms but poor Sesshomaru only has one and a meager one at that. So I set out to give him the best possible orgasm our lovely Kagome could provide.

One-Shot!

“You see . . .I keep on jacking off to the memory of my husband.” The widowed, raven-haired beauty said in a loud clear voice. “And people think that I need therapy and that’s why I’m here.”

The therapist swallowed. He had never encountered such a bold woman. Everything about her, from her toes to her hair, catered to men. Her skin looked firm but soft, her lips were a cherry red, plump and pout-y; her breasts were the perfect size, shape, and bounciness, big enough for him to knead them and not have them spilling out of his large hands; her stomach toned and flat, leading to some shapely thighs and a perfectly round bum that would cushion his thrusts. Everything about her made his libido scream. Her blue-gray eyes left him feeling naked and vulnerable, like she could see through him. Everything about her made him feel exhilarated. Her hair looked silky running down her back in waves to her mid-back. She made him feel like a blushing virgin, geek-like, talking to the girl in his wet dreams (or Pamela Anderson).

“Do you feel like you need therapy?” He needed to stay composed and man his ground. If he let her have her way, he’d become a puddle of under-sexed goop in her palms. It’d been years since he had any.

“Sometimes. Like when every morning I keep imagining that he’ll be down in our kitchenette holding a cup of his favorite instant noodles, fiddling with it, really, and then he’d give me a very good morning. It was like our daily ritual.” Her eyes looked reflective, staring but not focusing on the papers on his desk; insurance claim reports.

Daily, she says.

“Other times I actually believe that it would be considered normal behavior for a mourning widow, you know? Keep his memory alive anyway I can.” She blew out a breath.

“Kagome?” He called. She looked up and he had to forcibly stop himself from flushing, those lips. He cleared his throat, “Who recommended therapy for you?”

“It was my best friend, Sango, and her boyfriend, Miroku.” She drew herself into a thinking pose, her arms drawn together, enhancing two of his favorite assets, and resting a finger against her lips, “Maybe they worry for me too much, but then again I was the runt of the group and they always said that I was run by my emotions. They said I acted like a wild cat. A berserker, of sorts.”

A wild cat in bed, undoubtedly.

The rest of the session, and sessions after that ran the same way; him asking questions and her laying out her responses like she was setting down a winning hand.

Sometimes he’d go home feeling frustrated and horny, and end up satisfying himself with his hand all because he had asked her to describe the things she imagined when she brought herself to cum. She was so descriptive that sometimes he’d use those to imagine a similar scenario with him bring her to completion instead of those gentle hands or the toys she used. He ended up cumming harder than, it feeling more . . .more realistic, but it still left him unsatisfied.

He admitted to himself that he wanted to do it with her.

Have her pants, moans, and encouragements breathing in his ear. Her thighs wrap around him in a firm, unyielding grip. Hear the slapping of his sac bounce into her fleshy bum and hear the squeaking of the springs as he brought her higher than he had any other woman.

He also admitted, that if she ever asked it of him, he’d take advantage; during office hours, on his desk, under it, against every wall in his office, in the parking lot, anywhere she wanted it.

It wasn’t until the sixth two-hour session that he felt something shift. Something had changed in her; the way she looked at him was different.

Everything got more intense. Tension grew between them, so thick, anything could have set them off. He held himself back then because she was his patient during those hours. But still . . .

He’d ask questions that were more provocative. “What kind of clothing did you wear that would get him riled up the most?”

Her responses riled him up. “His favorite color was red, every lingerie I owned was red. What he liked the most was the sheer-crotch less underwear and the sultriest skirt I had. He liked having easy access; at any moment he would bend me over and play with me; on his working desk, the kitchen counter, against his classy mustang. Anywhere. I loved the feeling of having his cum running down my thighs and smeared all over my pussy, on my breasts, all over my body.” Her body would flush and she’d squirm in his leather seat; easing the tension in her cunt, no doubt.

His cock would be aching, straining the confines of his pants but he’d still ask; “What about a top?”

“I would wear none.”

It was moments like that, that he would jack up his seat so he could rub his arousal against the desk. It was too much for him sometimes; sometimes it’d get to the point where he needed, wanted to stroke himself in front of her. Watch her eyes light up and her tongue wet her bottom lip. He wanted to cum for her.

Weeks went by and the tension got thicker.

And then, he had told her the solution he had come to…

“When he was still alive he got you used to having sex at all hours. Trained you, really. So when he left, it was the same reaction a coke addict would get when he was deprived of his tools. You were, are going through sex withdrawals. The shock of not having him any more to satisfy you makes you want to hallucinate. Your body needed completion, fast. So you compensated, used your hands, bought toys, read all those smut novels, and watched all those videos. My suggestion to you is,” He brought his hand up to move his wire-rimmed glasses back up. “You need a new ritual. Something just as exciting, that would bring you the same pleasure.”

What he was going to say next was something he didn’t want her to go through, it was like shooting himself in the nuts, but “You could slowly wean yourself-“

“So basically, you’re saying that Inuyasha was my sex pusher?” Their eyes locked, and without meaning to, hers got darker. “You want me to find another source to bring me satisfaction?”

Her question made him flush, but he answered nonetheless, “Well . . .yes.”

She crossed her legs once and he saw a flash of white. White?

She brought herself to her full height, leaned over the desk, and a rested a hip on his desk. “Would you . . .recommend someone to me?” Her voice had a huskier tone to it this time, a bedroom voice, made him grip the table edge harder.

As she brought herself around the desk she trailed a finger on the edge, trailing it slowly until it crawled up his fingers, down to his elbows, and slithered up his arms to finally rest on his shoulder. Her other hand was soon brought up to the other shoulder.

She kneaded his shoulders, softly at first and then got rougher as his moans got louder. Her hands kneaded across his shoulders, the chair getting in the way far too much for her to reach any lower. They wandered, over his shoulders, down his chest, until her breasts were pushed up against the back of his neck, and then she breathed into his ear, “Mmmm, I think I already have someone in mind.” Lying soft kisses down his neck to rest lightly on the apex of his shoulder and neck. His body gave a pleasant shudder.

His breath had gotten quicker, embarrassingly so. Before she had even stood up, when she had crossed those luscious legs, the ones he frequently fantasized about wrapped around him, stabilizing her as she rode him, the limbs he grabbed hold to, to spread her wider. Mm!

She turned then and sat herself on his lap until he could feel all of her. Her thighs were in his firm grip, messaging them softly at first and then tightened his hands. He gave out a breathy moan as he pulled her up closer still until her breasts were flat against his chest. She moaned into the air, her pussy was finally atop his cloth-covered cock, the head rubbing deliciously across her soaked lower lips each time she rocked.

His hands wandered up to squeeze her fleshy bum between his palms, brought up her skirt to settle around her waist, and up still until he finally pulled off her t-shirt entirely, carefully avoiding those pert breasts. Today she was feeling awfully bold to go without a bra.

He brought her into a passionate kiss. Explored her thoroughly and relished in the sweet tangy taste of her mouth. His fingers tangled themselves in her raven locks and his other hand was palming her bum.

He stood up and brought her to lie on his desk. Her back pressed against his notebooks and scattered sheets, but she didn’t seem to mind. And more importantly, neither did he.

He pulled back to finally get a good look at her and his breath caught.

She might have looked sexy in red, but she looked beautiful in white. With the skirt bunched around her waist he could clearly make out the white satin panties that were dripping with her juices. He gulped when he felt his cock throb.

He had once mentioned to her that his favorite color was white.

Her cheeks were flushed and her lips, those tantalizing bits of flesh, were calling out to him and he’d be damned if he didn’t answer. He leaned his body over, nestled his hips tight against her moist core and brought those lips into a soul-searing kiss. His hands wandered from the grip around her thighs to her hips, trying really hard to burn every detail of her flesh into his mind. He brought his hands up until they delighted in kneading her breast into firm peaks. His fingers pinched those nipples he so frequently fantasized about into pebbles and abused her core with his rocking motions.

Kagome moaned into his mouth. Wrapping her legs around him and pressed her heals against his firm butt, wanting him closer. Her hips pressed closer to his rocking length. Feeling it slide against her lips, soaked with her pussy juice that all she wanted right now was for him to suck her dry, tongue her slit and slip a finger or three into her throbbing passion. Mmm!!

Her therapist brought her legs high up in the air, unzipping her skirt and tugged them off her legs, running his hands up her thighs to her ankles, letting the piece of clothing flutter to the ground.

“Kagome, I want you to turn around.” He said, his thumb circling her clit and dipping into her through her panties.

“Un.” She managed to murmur before she flipped onto her stomach and had her bum displayed pleasantly into the air.

He sat back into his chair, almost at pussy level with his gaze. He slowly peeled her panties down, letting them hang from her thighs until his prize was uncovered. He watched as drops of her cum dribbled down her thighs and some to drip on her panties, soaking them more. His cock surged in want.

He leaned forward and sucked. Letting her juices mingle in his mouth before he swallowed. Savoring the flavor that was solely hers.

He purred, latching on to her clit and nibbled. She was moaning into the desk, the sound muffled by the solid mahogany wood. More of her juice was spilling out and he drank every last bit. Her thighs trembled, about ready to collapse out on her but he splayed his hands out on them and grabbed them, holding her there until he had his fill of her. He doubted that just this one session would be able to satiate him, but still . . .

She tightened her fists, gathering the strength she had and twirled around, slipping down and off the desk to land on her knees in front of him. She wanted to taste him, too.

She mapped out his thighs with her hands, massaging them and spreading them wider to accommodate her between them. She nosed his crotch. Feeling his shaft pulse against the fabric of his pants. She mouthed his length, running her tongue across the ruff material.

His breath hitched and his hands clenched around the desk, his fingers turning whiter by the second. He threw his head back and moaned when she brought her hands to join the cause along with her mouth and tongue.

Finally she unbuckled his pants and tugged down the zipper bringing her hands to fist his pants and the edge of his briefs and brought them down at the same time he lifted his hips to help her. He hissed when the cool air met his flesh, his cock springing out from the confines of his clothing.

He bit his tongue when he saw how close she was to his arousal. He could feel the warm puffs of air that left her lips through his cock and her lips were moist, drawing his attention almost immediately, god if those lips touched his cock then he knew he wouldn’t last long. Her lips drew closer until he could feel them skimming his length. So close, so close!

Heavy knocks reverberated through the room. Sesshomaru bit back a curse and scooted his chair closer to the desk. Sending an apologetic glance down to Kagome and crowded her underneath his desk.

He doubted she would’ve been able to put on her clothes on so quickly and look as if she hadn’t just come out from an orgy session.

“Come in.” He commanded. He tensed when he felt small hands spread his knees wide. At the same moment the door opened and in came his assistant. Rin, nineteen years old, had this job part-time and used it to make her resume meatier when it came time to apply to her masters program in Psychology.

She set a couple sheets of paper atop his desk. He breathed out low when he felt the tip of Kagome’s tongue slide through the middle of his sack. ‘She wants to play like that, eh?’

He wasn’t known as the ice prince all throughout high school and college for no reason. He schooled his features and didn’t let it show how much one of his balls being in Kagome’s mouth affected him. Not even as her tongue came out to play and trace patterns onto the sensitive skin.

“Here is your schedule for tomorrow and the annual invitation to the National Therapy Meeting arrived, you need to R.S.V.P. as soon as possible since spaces are limited.” Rin nibbled on her lip a bit, “Oh! And you need to tell them if you want chicken or beef…yes, that’s it.” She smiled, her happy demeanor a total offset to what was happening right underneath his desk at that very moment.

Rin couldn’t have known that one of his clients was sucking on the very tip of his cock, tonguing the slit, one hand at the base of his length and the other massaging his sack. It was better that she didn’t: lest they shatter her thoughts on ethical codes, conduct, and whatnot.

Rin glanced around the room, finally noticing the lack of one Kagome Satoshi that was currently bringing him near his orgasm with his hand urging her along on the back of her head, bringing that delicious mouth closer and inviting more of his length in her wet cavern.

“Um…where is Mrs. Satoshi?” Rin wondered.

‘Underneath this desk sucking my cock.’ Was what he wanted to say but knew he shouldn’t. Instead he said, “In the patients’ bathroom.” He dipped his head to the corner of the room where the bathroom was. It was odd to have one there but he didn’t know how many times it came in handy; especially from queasy patients still not over the ordeal that brought them to his office.

Rin nodded, “Oh well…I guess I’m going to leave for the day.” She fiddled with her skirt, suddenly anxious, “Do you still want me to lock up?”

His hand tightened in Kagome’s hair when more of his length disappeared down her throat. ‘God, she was soo good at this!’ Both hands were now at the base of his cock, fisting and stroking down and up his length. He was well endowed, he knew. His cock rose high above his belly button and it was thick. Kagome had more than enough to play with down there. He swallowed when her tongue ran the course of the vein on the underside of his cock.

“Yes, I’ll lead Kagome to the back entrance and lock the doors behind us.”

“Un, okay.” Rin smiled and bid Sesshomaru a goodbye before closing the door behind her.

Sesshomaru scooted his chair back and hissed in pleasure as Kagome’s teeth lightly scraped him as he pulled out of her mouth. He didn’t have to wait long for Kagome to scoot forward herself and pull his cock deeper into her mouth.

He moaned in need as he watched her mouth stretch wide around him. He didn’t know how much longer he’d last, but he knew he didn’t want to come just yet, even if the thought of coating her face and chest with his cum made his cock twitch.

He wanted to make her cum twice before he did, just to make sure she came him back to him for more in the future. Gods, he was such a pervert!

He brought his hand to the hair at the back of her head and pulled her back. Her mouth left him with a wet kissing sound, but that didn’t deter her as she just continued to stroke his length with her hands, one hand thumbing his slit into letting out more of the white substance leak out and the other fisting and stroking the rest of his length.

He pulled her up to sit on his desk, scooting her back enough to have her feet planted at the edge of the desk.

He pulled his chair closer once more, spread her knees wide and tugged her hips closer to the edge of the desk, closer to his mouth. She was in such a provocative pose.

He let the tip of his tongue ghost across her clit before letting it run across more firmly against her slit. She shuddered on his desk; her cheeks were flushed scarlet, the color running down to the tops of her heaving chest.

“P-Please…more!” Kagome cried.

He flicked her opening once, twice before plunging his stiffened tongue into her sex, feeling his cock hardening further when he heard that delightful mewl coming from between her rosy lips. Kagome pulled his head closer, moaning in delight when he nibbled on her clit.

“…Oh! M-mm…”

Sesshomaru brought a finger to tease around her opening before plunging it in. Kagome arched her back letting out a breathless moan and pushed her hips against that finger, bringing more of the digit in. Sesshomaru chuckled against her sex, bringing out his finger to add another to the torture. Kagome gnashed her teeth, nearly cumming in his hands.

“Nnng…please! Ah! Sessho…maru…”

Sesshomaru delighted in bringing pleasure to her, pumping his fingers and using his mouth to lick and suck at her sex. She was close, he thought. He could tell from the fluttering around his digits and he groaned as she tightened around his fingers, she was soo close!

Her hands tightened around his hair and she came with a cry. “A-Ah! Ah!! Sesshomaru!!”

He pulled out his fingers and replaced them with his tongue and mouth; licking and swallowing up her essence like the thirsty dog he was.

He pulled away to let her catch her breath. Sesshomaru was content to just watch her recover from a Sesshomaru-induced orgasm. He didn’t notice minutes later that her body stopped from heaving, absorbed in trying to burn this image into his memory, that’s why he was surprised to hear her ask a question.

“How many condoms do you have?”

Poor Sesshomaru couldn’t comprehend, “Huh?”

Kagome slithered onto his lap, drawing more attention to his leaking cock that didn’t complain before when he watched her body for all its details and contours, but it sure was complaining now.

She leaned across his chest and whispered into his ear, “Co-n-do-ms.” She pronounced slowly for his benefit. He hissed when she tugged his lobe into her mouth, sucking and nibbling on the flesh. His body was still terribly sensitive.

He drew his hand into his drawer and pulled out two condoms, leaving one on his desk and brought the other to open behind her back as he focused his mouth on torturing her slender neck.

He pulled her back to roll the condom down his cock and sank back into his chair to watch her draw herself up and position his cock at her dripping entrance. He grabbed onto her hips as she sank down his length, arching his back from the chair and groaning into the office when that tight heat enveloped his cock.

“Nng.”

He was seated fully into her and he clenched his teeth hard from coming at just the feel of her body on his. Of his body in her.

“Oh…oh my.” She whispered against his neck, consciously clenching her pussy to feel more of that big skin-covered rod of steel. His large hands clutching onto her bum tightened each time she squeezed her inner muscles. “Y-you’re so big.” She had seen his cock before, sucked it, licked it and brought its girth into her mouth, but this was very, very different. As it was, he filled every space within her, stretching her wider to accommodate him. It felt very, sinfully good.

He grunted and he forcible brought her up from his length and slammed her down, bringing cries from both their throats. He didn’t have to encourage her more afterwards. She set her own hard and fast pace, leaning on to the desk behind her with just her right arm to bring more of angle to her riding, the other arm was grabbing his thigh for support.

“Mmm…” Kagome murmured. ‘Th-This feels much better than all my toys and –she bit her lip- he was much larger than Inuyasha had been.’ Her clit was rubbing against his length, heightening her pleasure and bringing her that much closer once more to the pinnacle.

He adjusted the seat lower with a clumsy hand, immediately feeling the difference with more harder and rougher plunges from Kagome. He groaned loud and long when her sheath clenched as it drew away and slammed back down, rippling around him and drew away once more.

He wasn’t going to last much longer and with a determined growl brought his fingers between their bodies to rub harder against her clit and spread her wider with the other arm on her bum. She arched her body in a wonderfully pleasant display and came with a harsh cry. He pulled his hand away from her clit and wrapped it around her other cheek, spreading her and thrusting into her body as he pulled her down onto his length. He was close!

He threw his head back and undulated his hips harsher to bring him closer, so close~! “Nnng!” He clenched his teeth and with one more thrust came into her.

He collapsed back into his chair, pulling her body onto his and panted hard to calm his beating heart. Her body was in much the same state as his.

He brought his nose to nuzzle her hair and breath her scent in deeply, caressing her back with his arm and the other let hang from the side of the chair.

He grinned, knowing that in another ten minutes he’d be ready for another round, but he’d let her rest for now content to just hold her in his arms.


A/N: So, how was it? You think Sesshomaru would be happy? Reviews make me happy . . .and who knows, I might decide to tack on the second part to this story. That’s right, 2nd smutty part. Involves car sex.